The actual well seen is ideal.
The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages.
A vein of poetry exists in the hearts of all men.
The eternal stars shine out again, so soon as it is dark enough.
Speech is too often not the art of concealing thought, but of quite stifling and suspending thought, so that there is none to conceal.